As I write, I am still in a state of amused shock and more than a little aroused at the antics I witnessed last night.
For background, I must go back eleven years. Sandy and my daughter, Gale, started school together in our little coastal village's primary school. They became firm friends and often Sandy would sleep over at our house or Gale over at her house. Five years later, Sandy's family moved to the city. When Sandy came to say goodbye, we extended the usual open invitation to visit as often as she cared. We meant it, both my wife and I had grown very fond of this little girl.
Our invitation was taken literally, and it has become tradition for Sandy to spend all school holidays with us. My wife and I have always thought it was because of the boys and our lovely little beach which attracts so many holiday makers, and of course, more boys. Both girls have had a string of boyfriends as is usual for teenagers of their age.
They have developed into young ladies. My little Gale has a stunning figure. We are not too prudish around our house when only the family is around, so I often see my daughter naked. While I affect not to pay too much attention to her nakedness, I must confess to taking in as much as possible of her figure when the opportunity arises. She is a tallish girl, with firm, well formed breasts that jut out proudly, a flat stomach which sweeps down to a tight looking little pussy, and long, shapely legs. She obviously trims her bush, which always looks neat. Her bum is well formed and sexy. My daughter is a looker in anyone's language. She looks especially pretty when her long blond hair is pulled back into a pony tail.
I have seen Sandy naked as well on a few occasions, usually when they forget to close the door to my bedroom while using the only shower, which is en-suite. She is smaller than Gale but well formed. Sandy has a pretty, mischievous little face, and a lovely nature. I love the girl as if she is a daughter. While she is not as pretty as Gale, she has her own particular looks that make her stand out from the crowd.
For as long as I can remember, the girls have always showered together. I have never thought anything of it until last night. I collected Sandy from her home in the city and drove her home. Gale met us at the gate, and of course, the two girls embraced. I was startled when I noticed Sandy's tongue slip into Gale's mouth, and my daughter responding. I showed no reaction, but curiosity was piqued.
My wife, a nurse went to work, and the two girls went to Gale's room & closed the door. My suspicions were by now thoroughly aroused. I waited a decent interval until I called from the passage for the girls to come and eat supper. The bedroom door opened a few inches and Sandy called that they were not hungry and would eat later. There was no sign of Gale.
By now I was convinced that the girls were having some form of sex together. I am not shocked at the idea of my daughter having lesbian sex. I know that she is keen on boys and I see nothing wrong with enjoying sex with a member of the same sex. While I have never had sex with a man, I think that we all have a streak of homosexuality in us. I have always felt that if a man who is attractive to me ever crosses my path, I could end up experiencing homosexual sex. I enjoy getting a blow job from my wife, she has no objection to swallowing my load, I enjoy licking her pussy and tonguing her clit, we both enjoy having our little arseholes invaded by each other's fingers. In fact, it's not unusual for me to push my pecker up my wife's arsehole and ream her until we both cum. Homosexuals of both sexes do much the same thing don't they? They just seem to prefer it with the same gender. Am I a potential bi-sexual? But I digressβ¦.
I am a self confessed snoop. I like to know what is going on around me, and go to extraordinary lengths to get the information I need to satisfy my curiosity. Last night, I made my plans carefully.
My first step was the magnanimous concession that they could sleep on the sleeper couch in the lounge in front of the television. By leaving the porch light on, a lot of light filters into the lounge through the frosted glass of one of the windows. I then found my old opera binoculars, and, while the girls were in the shower, removed the bulb from the one place that might expose the space from where I planned to eavesdrop on the little buggers. It might sound childish to you, the reader, but I had to know.
I usually go to bed early, especially when my wife works night shift. I am also blessed that I fall asleep easily, and normally, nothing wakes me for the first two or three hours. My kids know this. At eight thirty I called "Goodnight" and went to bed, where I pretended to sleep.